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My voting precinct usually looks like a Christian Science Reading Room. I have never once had to wait behind a single human being to enter the voting booth, and the poor poll workers always look like they could each use a packet of No-Doz.

Today, however, I waited happily in line from approximately 7.40 to ten past eight. This in a reliably blue state where half of Manhattan could sleep through it, and Obama would still win with 75%. Something is afoot.